438 Forget! The lady with the Amulet Forget she wore it at her Heart Because she breathed against Was Treason twixt? Deny! Did Rose her Bee — For Privilege of Play Or Wile of Butterfly Or Opportunity — Her Lord away? The lady with the Amulet — will face — The Bee — in Mausoleum laid — Discard his Bride — But longer than the little Rill — That cooled the Forehead of the Hill — While Other — went the Sea to fill — And Other — went to turn the Mill — I`ll do thy Will —SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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